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Wednesday, 1 June 2016

Existence ...

I’ve seen me build up
Crumbles and dust
From the ashes of her being
And graves of our memoirs
I’ve been rebuilt and restructured
With soil for flesh
And a stone for a heart
Agony as blood and a head of stars
I’ve got a sense of pain
With a loss of joy
A world too seen to be fathomed

And an existence too meek to give up on.

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